Sunning Myself (Open!)

[Warg]

The Naama had a very hard winter. Young as he was, he had struggled to keep himself fed and warm. He had managed, finding a little here, a little there, he was a bit worse for wear but he had grown. He wasn't quite the pup he had been, the winter had seen him gain a few pounds and a few inches. It had also been a very peaceful time for the wolf. He had not seen hide nor hair of those despised rotten no good damn Uuma. Maybe he'd driven them all away? Tongue lolling out as the wolf barked a laugh, he really didn't think so but it was a nice thought.

Now the sun rose higher, the days were warmer, the snows were gone, the flowers budded and blossomed, and there was plenty of food. He already had a full belly, and he thought he would go wandering a bit, or maybe curl up somewhere. Prancing a little, the wild Naama hoped over a few branches in the way, and climbed up his favorite rock this side of the forest. He was actually happy for once. He had not smelled any scent markers or he would have known the wolves were back. He didn't care if they did come back, he'd kill them all one way or another.

Yawning, muzzle agape, the wolf curled up atop the rock, sunning himself in the dapples of sunlight filtering through the trees. He even had a little den nearby, a fallen log arched just right over a crevice between two trees that had a rock in the middle. He had burrowed a bit under the rock, the tree provided cover that hid the hole, the rock made a protective sturdy ceiling, the trees provided wind shelter, all in all, he had it made out here.

[Sandtiger]

Appearing out of the brush into the clearing, Swift held a fair-sized hare in her mouth, her tail wagging slightly as she barked out to her fellow Naama, though the sound was understandably a bit muffled. Walking towards him, the small female dropped it in front of him and smiled shyly, encouraging him to eat the catch. The winter had been harsh and Swift had finally gotten over, for the most part, the fear of Uuma suddenly popping out of nowhere, her old Eastern Pack masters coming to beat her for her leaving. While still ever-anxious, it was not quite as bad, and her constant trembling was not as bad now, having spent plenty of time with the young male who was also of her kind. She feared, for so long, that new scars would be added to old, but the true Swift has finally emerged, after so long... Sitting, waiting for the Naama to finish his portion of the meal or all of it, if he was truly hungry, she groomed her coat. Her coat, once always out of disarray due to her panic attacks and her frenzied serving of her masters, was now in it's proper position, luxuriously soft and smooth, and incredibly thick. But however relaxed the small female may have seemed, she never truly was at full ease. Old scars barely shone through her thick coat now, but they were still there and if you looked, were evident. They told of a vicious past and her slave years, and her time with the Naama, through the winter, had convinced her that she did not want to go back to that. Even if it meant her life. She has resolved her inner conflict and is ready to fight for her freedom, tooth and claw... Lyrics: N/A Notes: N/A OOC: N/A

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[Warg]

The naama smiled as his mate approached. Leaping off the rock, he ran to greet her, slowing as he got close enough so not to startle her, nuzzling her head gently, licking her muzzle. He accepted her offering of meat, bumping his nose under her chin in thanks. He had hunted for her often, and she wanted to do it herself this time. He was proud of her, she had come far from the quivering, terrified wolf he had known in the beginning. They both had.

He did not eat any of it at first. Softly, he barked. From inside the den, there came the mewls and barks of three little puppies that were waking up from their nap at the noises outside. The first one poked his little head out, blinking up at them and grinning in adorable puppy fashion, bounding out to meet them. His two little sisters, who looked exactly like Swift, followed close behind. The Naama stepped back from the meat, and the pups attacked the hare. It wouldn't be too much longer now and they would be learning how to hunt for themselves.

Standing beside his mate, he leaned against her. She was a little older than he, stood a little taller, but he was far more fierce. He would protect her with his life, and she knew it. He had his own scars, down his left side, small pinpoint holes from the spikes from Sira, long ago healed. He'd been young then, and went for her puppies and paid for it. He had more scars, from farther back then that. The Uuma who had attacked his pack...but he wouldn't think about that right now. All that mattered was this moment, watching their puppies eat, then start playing, running around them, greeting their mother. The Naama went over to the hare and ate the rest.

[Sandtiger]

Softly smiling almost, the she-wolf licked her mate's head gently as he leaned up against her, watching as the three little pups finished their meal and began to play. As The Naama left to finish what was left of the meal, she greeted one of her curious daughters with an affectionate lick to the cheek as she sat. The hazel-eyed she-wolf was content with her life at the moment, watching, her mate eat, and her three pups, a son and two daughters romp in the forest clearing as the sunlight streamed in. However, things always turned from the best of days to the worst of horrors in a split second. She watches unwittingly, but then she stands, and recognizes the danger... Yawning slightly, revealing sharp teeth, Swift stood to stretch and shake herself, maybe catch something for herself. But her now calm demeanor was suddenly shaken by a cold shiver when she caught the horribly familiar scent. It was not within the forest clearing, but somewhat close. The faintest scent of the stench she smelt was too close for comfort, too close for her, too close for her mate, and too close for their pups. Uuma. A slight, soft growl tore through her and she went up to softly nuzzle her mate, to warn him, to tell him. Her coat was now slightly frazzled, and though the scent was somewhat recent, and she couldn't believe she hadn't noticed it before. Alerted, she is reminded of things she hates, and fears... Lyrics: N/A Notes: N/A OOC: N/A

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